The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Taylor Swift stood at the backstage entrance, took off her sunglasses and casually tucked them into the collar of her trench coat.

Chen Zhi was just half a step behind her.

Director Wang was the first to react, rushing forward in three steps.

"Ms. Swift, welcome, welcome! I'm the director of this season's 'Singer'!"

He started in English with a Hunan accent, then switched back to Chinese and winked at Lao Zhou behind him.

Executive producer Lao Zhou immediately followed, and the two of them surrounded Taylor on the left and right, as enthusiastically as if they had met her own mother.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Director Wang's gaze finally fell on the excessively young Chinese man next to Taylor.

"And this is...?"

Director Wang sized Chen Zhi up and down, a smile plastered on his face, but inwardly he was suspicious. When they were making contact, they said that Deep Space Technology would send a senior executive to follow up throughout the process, and he thought it would be at least a balding middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, but instead, a young man who looked even younger than the contestants showed up.

Chen Zhi extended his hand proactively: "Hello Director Wang, I am the assistant to the president of Deep Space Technology. I will be in charge of coordinating Ms. Taylor's entire trip."

Director Wang grasped his hand and shook it vigorously twice: "So young! Deep space technology truly belongs to the young generation, amazing, amazing!"

Old Zhou also shook hands, his attitude was warm but clearly measured. Of course, one should be polite to investors, but an assistant shouldn't make the executive producer bow too much.

Chen Zhi didn't care; he didn't want to reveal his identity anyway.

"Director Wang, Ms. Taylor's core request for this trip is very simple." Chen Zhi withdrew his hand, his tone calm, "To cooperate with the finals in a group singing performance. We have some ideas about which contestant to collaborate with, we'll discuss it later."

Director Wang nodded repeatedly, "Alright, alright, please come in and have a seat. Tea is ready!"

The group was led to the VIP lounge at the very back of the building.

As Chen Zhi passed by the makeup area, he glanced around at it out of the corner of his eye.

The singers backstage stood frozen in place as if they'd been struck on a magic spell. The singer in red was still bent over picking up a water bottle, her eyes glued to Taylor. Zhou Chengyu, on the other hand, stood up, straightened his suit, and struck a composed pose, but his legs were practically trembling.

Chen Zhi looked around but couldn't find Lin Wanwan.

The sofa in the VIP lounge was brought in fresh, and there was coffee and several plates of delicate pastries on the coffee table. After Taylor sat down, Jeffrey and two bodyguards stood behind her.

Director Wang and Lao Zhou sat down opposite each other, with a coffee table between them.

Chen Zhi took his seat next to Taylor.

After a brief chat about the program flow and live streaming technology integration, Director Wang got down to business.

"Um, about the pairing of guest singers for the duet."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his tone became warmer.

"There are six groups of contestants in this season's finale, and each group will be paired with a guest performer. As the most important guest of the night, our production team has some suggestions on which contestant Ms. Swift should be paired with."

Chen Zhi leaned back on the sofa and didn't reply.

Director Wang opened his tablet, pulled up the contestants' information, and began introducing them one by one.

"First place: Zhang Yifan, a powerful singer from mainland China, who has participated in three consecutive seasons and is a veteran in the music scene..."

"Second place, Liu Siqin, nominated for Best Female Singer at last year's Golden Melody Awards..."

"The third one..."

As Chen Zhi listened, his fingers unconsciously tapped the sofa armrest.

When introducing the fourth person, Director Wang's speaking speed noticeably increased; he glossed over the details and then abruptly changed the subject—

"Let's focus on our fifth contestant, Zhou Chengyu."

Director Wang put down his tablet, his tone taking on a sales pitch tone.

"Zhou Chengyu is Huayu Entertainment's top artist. Last year, his solo album sold over 20 million copies across all platforms, and he has an extremely large fan base. His performance this season has been outstanding, and he received the highest number of votes in the semi-finals."

At this point, Director Wang glanced at Chen Zhi.

"Moreover, Zhou Chengyu's music style leans towards Western pop, which overlaps a lot with Taylor Swift's style. Our production team initially suggested that the two of them sing a classic Taylor song together. If we release this gimmick, the ratings will at least double."

Chen Zhi listened without saying a word.

Old Zhou added from the side: "Huayu Entertainment, which is behind Zhou Chengyu, is also an important partner of our program. The resources are highly matched, and the cooperation in all aspects will be relatively smooth."

The two of them sang in unison, praising Zhou Chengyu as if he were the savior of the Chinese entertainment industry.

Chen Zhi glanced at the list of contestants on the tablet and went through it from beginning to end.

Lin Wanwan is not there.

His fingers stopped.

"Director Wang."

"Yes, you said."

"We just introduced five people, who's the sixth?"

Director Wang paused for a moment, then looked down at his tablet.

"Oh, the sixth one..." He flipped through the information, his tone noticeably more perfunctory. "Lin Wanwan, a new singer, who just debuted this year."

Just that one sentence?

Chen Zhi didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

Director Wang hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Chen Zhi seemed genuinely interested, he continued, "To be honest, this contestant made it to the finals mainly because of fan votes. Her singing skills are still lacking compared to the previous contestants, and she doesn't have any representative works on the show. She's the type who's relying on popularity."

He paused, then gave a knowing look.

"From a professional standpoint, it's not appropriate to have Ms. Swift mentor a newcomer. If the stage performance goes wrong, it will damage Taylor's brand image."

If Lin Wanwan heard these words, she would be upset for days.

She practiced her voice until it was hoarse every day, and persisted in physical education classes until blisters formed on the soles of her feet. She finally managed to sang an extremely difficult song in the semi-finals to silence the doubters, but in the eyes of the show's director, she was still the "newcomer who rose to fame by relying on fans."

In a corner backstage, Lin Wanwan watched from half a dressing room away the figure in the black coat surrounded by the crowd.

She didn't dare to admit it at first.

Chen Zhi told her he couldn't go because he had work commitments and couldn't get away.

But that profile, that posture, and that cheeky demeanor were all incredibly familiar.

Lin Wanwan's heart suddenly raced.

She suddenly stood up from her chair.

Su Man was startled by her action: "What's wrong?"

Lin Wanwan ignored her, tiptoed over the shoulders of several staff members, and stared intently in the direction of the VIP area.

The person turned their head, revealing their full profile.

It's him.

It's really him.

"Chen Zhi!"

That shout was exceptionally loud in the quiet backstage area.

Everyone's eyes turned to look at them.

Chen Zhi turned his head and saw the girl waving at him from the corner. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, her face was bare, and she hadn't even put on makeup.

Director Wang's smile froze.

He glanced at Lin Wanwan, then at Chen Zhi, and quickly replayed every word he had just said in his mind.

"They got elected through fan votes."

"There's still a gap in singing skills."

"Not really suitable."

It’s over.

Lin Wanwan had already jogged through the makeup area, and Su Man couldn't keep up with her.

"Why are you here!"

Lin Wanwan rushed to Chen Zhi, her eyes instantly reddening. Her voice was a mixture of surprise, joy, and a little grievance, "Didn't you say you couldn't come? You lied!"

Chen Zhi was bumped by her and took half a step back.

Dozens of people backstage watched this scene, and the air instantly fell silent.

Taylor sat on the sofa, resting his chin on his hand, watching the scene unfold with great interest.

Director Wang stood there, feeling his heart leap into his throat.

Does this "President's Assistant" from Deep Space Technology know that new singer he just criticized?

No, judging from this situation, this isn't just a matter of knowing each other.

"Director Wang."

Chen Zhi patted Lin Wanwan's head to tell her not to rush, then turned around.

His expression didn't change much, and his tone was as calm as before, but Director Wang felt that the air had suddenly gotten a few degrees colder.

"You just said that Lin Wanwan's singing skills are lacking and that she rose to fame through fan votes?"

Director Wang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"I... um..."

"Could you please repeat that?"

Chen Zhi's tone wasn't harsh, but Director Wang felt as if a mountain had suddenly appeared on his back.

Old Zhou kept giving Director Wang meaningful glances – don't be stubborn, admit defeat.

The person who could bring Taylor Swift into this backstage area, regardless of whether their business card says "President's Assistant" or "Front Desk Security Guard," is someone he can't afford to offend.

Director Wang is a seasoned veteran of the television industry, having worked there for twenty years; his reactions are quick.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I misspoke just now!" He immediately put on a warm smile. "Lin Wanwan is a dark horse this season, her talent is undeniable, and she has a very good reputation among the audience! I was just worried that the newcomer would feel too much pressure, so..."

"Alright," Chen Zhi interrupted him, too lazy to listen to this rambling.

He glanced down at Lin Wanwan; the girl was still clutching his sleeve.

"I've brought your guest."

Chen Zhi turned to the side and gestured with his chin toward Taylor on the sofa.

Lin Wanwan looked in the direction he was looking.

Taylor Swift smiled and waved at her.

"Hi, you must be Wanwan."

Lin Wanwan was completely petrified.

Su Man stood two meters away, leaning against the wall, feeling her knees go a little weak.

Director Wang opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

On the VIP sofa opposite, Taylor put down her coffee cup, stood up and walked over. The blonde woman bent down and said something in broken but sincere Chinese.

"Your boyfriend loves you very much."

Lin Wanwan's tears fell immediately.